Sunday, April 28, 2013

Uncle Sam's Misguided Children

The train was quite crowded and a U.S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat
But the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle
The war-weary Marine asked, 'Ma'am, may I have that seat?'
The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular, 'Americans are so rude.
My little Fifi is using that seat.'
 The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog
'Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired ......'
She snorted, 'Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant!'
This time the Marine didn't say a word, he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down
The woman shrieked, 'Someone must defend my honour!
'This American should be put in his place!'
An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up: 'Sir, you Americans seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing.
'You hold the fork in the wrong hand.
'You drive your cars on the wrong side of the road.
'And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.'


  1. Bwahahahahahahaha. Yep, he did throw the wrong bitch out the window. Good one.

    Have a terrific day. ☺

  2. Heh. Me likee.

    Another military train joke:

    Three English gentlemen, all properly attired, were sitting in a train
    compartment while traveling thru the English countryside. All three busily
    engrossed in reading their London Times. Naturally, not having been
    properly introduced, they did not speak to each other. The quiet in the
    compartment was disturbing.

    Finally, one gentleman, put his paper down and declared, (in your best
    veddy veddy British accent), "Sir James Hyde-White, here. Brigadier,
    retired. Oxford, '59. Married. Two sons, both Royal Marine officers," and
    promptly went back to reading his paper.

    A short while later, the second gentleman put down his paper and declared,
    (again, in very upper class british accent), "Sir Jonathen Colin-Simpson,
    here. Brigadier, retired. Eton, '61. Married. Two sons, both Royal Air
    Force pilots," and he promptly went back to reading his paper.

    A few miles down the track, the third gentleman put down his paper and
    stated, (now use your best irish-cockney accent), "Ian McTavish 'ere.
    Sergeant Major, retired. Coldstream Guards. Not married. Two sons.
    Both Brigadiers."


  3. LOVE this! New follower here. I'm stopping by from the "A to Z" challenge and I look forward to visiting again.



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